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look at my fit ft

(hook):
“where i been since?”

dripped, sea sick

look at my fit

you a b-tch
you got me bent

black like tints

poppin the lid

fendi lense

imma trip

gimme a pen

write my own sh-t

no offense

(x5) look at my fit, look at my fit

im that n-gga

im that b-tch

it would figure
i do it big

(swish da god-verse 1):
hoe, i break bad like i been driftin’

never needed keys, b-tch i been driven

on my rigby, b-tches mad, they been benson

n-ggas been switchin, “oh so you doin the bendin’”

bottega, get the boot

boot these n-ggas out the booth

keep a couple c’s on my chest, i aint talkin’ b00bs

diamonds on my body too

hot like wasabi too

told you , i been poppin hoe like kawasaki too

with a bad b-tch, but we play nice
got some baggage, what a h-ll of a night

stay with tens, wont change but we some dimes

eatin looks up, but im hungry, lets dine

(hook):
“where i been since?”

dripped, sea sick

look at my fit

you a b-tch

you got me bent

black like tints

poppin the lid

fendi lense

imma trip

gimme a pen

write my own sh-t

no offense

(x5) look at my fit, look at my fit

im that n-gga

im that b-tch

it would figure

i do it big

(luh kunt-verse 2):
look at my fit b-tch uhhh look at my fit b-tch uhhhh
you thought you was lit
b-tch ain’t been spinning the block in a min

pull up wit 40s on tent
look at my skin
that’s word to da dollys i been

b-tches be flocking got broads in berlin
pull up to the party we comin on 10
come for da kunt butch you know dats ah sin

light on the rocks when it’s poured with the gin
b-tches ain’t rappin they ducking the pin

double cs on my bag she concealing da twins
haha
concealing the twins

b-tches ain’t bad they could neva be in
talking bout me but cha bag lookin thin
sis you just mad i can tell by ya zen

b-tches be claiming they clappping but ain’t in the field
b-tches just never be dere
hop on da beat like a snare

pull up and order in somthing that look like a chair
uhhh b-tch look at my fit
uhh dees b-tches ain’t eva gone quit
red and blue on my bag like i’m britt
uhhh b-tch look at my fit
uhhhh

(swish da god-verse 3):
bust down, audemar, all up on my wrist

billy gon need a millie, so i’m all up on that rich

pants there, shirt here, and i git it frommm…

none of your business, cus all this us custom

(hook):
“where i been since?”

dripped, sea sick

look at my fit

you a b-tch

you got me bent

black like tints

poppin the lid

fendi lense

imma trip

gimme a pen

write my own sh-t

no offense

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